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The Flatting-Mill. An Illustration

When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.

Thus tortured and squeezed, at last it appears
Like a loose heap of ribbon, a glittering show,
Like music it tinkles and rings in your ears,
And warm'd by the pressure is all in a glow.

This process achiev'd, it is doom'd to sustain
The thump-after-thump of a gold-beater's mallet,
And at last is of service in sickness or pain
To cover a pill from a delicate palate.

Alas for the Poet, who dares undertake
To urge reformation of national ill!
His head and his heart are both likely to ache
With the double employment of mallet and mill.

If he wish to instruct, he must learn to delight,
Smooth, ductile, and even, his fancy must flow,
Must tinkle and glitter like gold to the sight,
And catch in its progress a sensible glow.

After all he must beat it as thin and as fine
As the leaf that enfolds what an invalid swallows,
For truth is unwelcome, however divine,
And unless you adorn it, a nausea follows.

poem by William Cowper
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Silver & Gold

Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver And Gold

Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold

song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Gold And Silver

Gold and silver has always been sought.
But to some it's just a thought.
They don't think of it
and they don't know
how it shines and how it does glow.

The jewelry they wear turns their skin green.
Then they scrub it to make it come clean.
And what does this say about the fairness of things?
Some with nothing and some with gold rings.

It says there's division between rich and poor.
It says the rich have made a detour
to avoid facing the fact that it's wrong.
And it says to the poor, 'You don't belong.'

Gold and silver, you belong to the earth
but they've stripped you of it for its worth.
When we finally learn the lessons we need
we'll put back your metals so you won't bleed.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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You are the gold!

You are the gold yet to be polished,
Unearthed from the mine's womb,
You have to glitter to show your luster,
You are undergone the heat meditation,
In the hot furnace to melt and strip,
All the impurities and weakness of you,
Strengthened with amalgamation,
In which you are combined with experience,
To be strong to take all the beats,
To be malleable and ductile,
Sometimes you are simply poured in the mold,
Sometimes you are heavily electrolyzed,
In the acidic medium, where you can coat,
Anything that has to hide its flaws,
Even if you are thrown into the ditch,
Someone will pick up and keep you in their heart,
You are the gold, undergoing lots of pressure,
To make you as the ornaments,
For the lovely diamond to rest,
You are the gold, shines as the Sun,
Or yet to shine at least as the moon,
Still you are very precious,
For those who knows your value.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Adonis

1.

Each of us like you
has died once,
has passed through drift of wood-leaves,
cracked and bent
and tortured and unbent
in the winter-frost,
the burnt into gold points,
lighted afresh,
crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf,
gold turned and re-welded
in the sun;

each of us like you
has died once,
each of us has crossed an old wood-path
and found the winter-leaves
so golden in the sun-fire
that even the live wood-flowers
were dark.

2.

Not the gold on the temple-front
where you stand
is as gold as this,
not the gold that fastens your sandals,
nor thee gold reft
through your chiselled locks,
is as gold as this last year's leaf,
not all the gold hammered and wrought
and beaten
on your lover's face.
brow and bare breast
is as golden as this:

each of us like you
has died once,
each of us like you
stands apart, like you
fit to be worshipped.

poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Frosty The Snowman

Frosty the Snowman

Was a jolly happy soul

With a corncob pipe and a button nose

And two eyes made out of coal
Frosty the Snowman

Is a fairytale they say

He was made of snow

But the children know

How he came to life one day
There must have been some magic

In that old silk hat they found

For when they placed it on his head

He began to dance around
Frosty the Snowman

Was alive as he could be

And the children say

He could laugh and play

Just the same as you and me
Frosty the Snowman

Knew the sun was hot that day

So he said let's run

And we'll have some fun

Now before I melt away
Down to the village

With a broomstick in his hand

Running here and there all around the square

Saying catch me if you can
He led them down the streets of town

Right to the traffic cop

And he only paused a moment when

He heard him holler stop
Frosty the Snowman

Had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye

Saying don't you cry

I'll be back again some day
Thumpety thump thump

Thumpety thump thump

Look at Frosty go

Thumpety thump thump

Thumpety thump thump

Over the hills of snow

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The Sound Of Youth Passing

Why is it
that little children

who weigh
almost nothing

move like a herd of elephants?

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Single Red Ribbon

Once there was a ribbon
a single red ribbon
two gold rings threaded.
Upon either end.

Upon a silver tray
were rings placed
with silver scissors
beside a single red rose.
In token symbol
of love everlasting
tender young love
beauty still held at bay.

Once there were two hearts
lonely grief striken hearts.
Hanging lost separate lives
like loose hanging threads.
As rings were tied
so were their lives.
As rings were sealed
in red threaded ties.

Rings must be taken.
Placed awaited longing finger.
Symbolically joining two forsaken.
Could no longer isolated linger.

Red ribbon cut
in a free easy moment
two joined in symbol
never free when apart.
Witness joining of two
could not be apart.
Symbolically spiritually two
already entwined deeply at heart.

Once there was a ribbon
a single red ribbon.
Two could not be apart
never were they apart.
With a love that outlasts
frail human heart.
With a love that outlasts
the very beats of their synchronized hearts.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Heart Of Gold

I wanna live, I wanna give
Ive been a miner for a heart of gold
Its these expressions I never give
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old
Keep me searching for a hheart of gold
And Im getting old
Ive been to hollywood, Ive been to redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
Ive been admired by, its such a fine light
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old
Keep me searching for a hheart of gold
And Im getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
Keep me searching and Im growing old...
* cover from neil young

song performed by by Roxette
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The Heart Within

the sound of the heart
does it go thump, thump, or pitter patter?
i guess it really does'nt matter.

for a broken or crying heart
can not be heard beating in your chest
it tries to hide everything
to its very best.

it does not want the world to see
' its vulnerbility '.
but when you look into that persons eyes
you know that it does not tell a lie.

the pain is etched on their face, and the emotions
in the movement of their body
they know they can not hide it.

and as GOD will have it be
love sets the soul free.
so when you have a broken or crying heart
then it's time that you part.

part from the things that got you
to this point
and start your life anew
and forget the pain and solitude.

love is the key to all of life
it frees you from daily struggles and strife.
look at the moon beams covering this earth
showing the beauties and all its worth.

now picture the man who gave all
this to you.
HE had an aura, a glow around his frame
and HE held his heart, outside his chest
this heart beating without rest.

the heart was seperate from him
relieving us of the pains and sins.

so if the sound is thump, thump or pitter patter
it does'nt really matter.
HE gave his heart to you
just so you'll know what to do.

poem by Louis Rams
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To Miss---,

{On her giving the author a gold and silk
net-work purse of her own weaving}.

Though gold and silk their charms unite
To make thy curious web delight,
In vain the varied work would shine,
If wrought by any hand but thine;
Thy hand that knows the subtler art,
To weave those nets that catch the heart.
Spread out by me the roving coin,
Thy nets may catch, but not confine;
Nor can I hope thy silken chain
The glittering vagrants shall restrain.
Why, Stella, was it then decreed
The heart once caught should ne'er be freed.

poem by Samuel Johnson
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Dreams Are Best

I just think that dreams are best,
Just to sit and fancy things;
Give your gold no acid test,
Try not how your silver rings;
Fancy women pure and good,
Fancy men upright and true:
Fortressed in your solitude,
Let Life be a dream to you.

For I think that Thought is all;
Truth's a minion of the mind;
Love's ideal comes at call;
As ye seek so shall ye find.
But ye must not seek too far;
Things are never what they seem:
Let a star be just a star,
And a woman -- just a dream.

O you Dreamers, proud and pure,
You have gleaned the sweet of life!
Golden truths that shall endure
Over pain and doubt and strife.
I would rather be a fool
Living in my Paradise,
Than the leader of a school,
Sadly sane and weary wise.

O you Cynics with your sneers,
Fallen brains and hearts of brass,
Tweak me by my foolish ears,
Write me down a simple ass!
I'll believe the real "you"
Is the "you" without a taint;
I'll believe each woman too,
But a slightly damaged saint.

Yes, I'll smoke my cigarette,
Vestured in my garb of dreams,
And I'll borrow no regret;
All is gold that golden gleams.
So I'll charm my solitude
With the faith that Life is blest,
Brave and noble, bright and good, . . .
Oh, I think that dreams are best!

poem by Robert William Service
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Blue Gold Sky

Blue gold sky
Your fire is burning
Horizon questions why
Your evening is yearning
For a day that is soon gone
Into oblivion abyss
To carry the night on
In dreamy nocturnal kiss

All the blue gold is bound
Into your drifting clouds
Sunset of silver found
Among the streets and crowds
Love song of dusky distant
Where weaving dreams go
In to the nonexistent
Of ocean’s nightly glow

Blue gold sky
Yesterday is in your sight
When you come in sweet lullaby
In the falling off the eve light
Chariot of fire gold
Blue silver moon beyond
Nothing your dreams can hold
You are to stars whishes bond

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Fable Of Midas

Midas, we are in story told,
Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:
He chipp'd his bread; the pieces round
Glitter'd like spangles on the ground:
A codling, ere it went his lip in,
Would straight become a golden pippin.
He call'd for drink; you saw him sup
Potable gold in golden cup:
His empty paunch that he might fill,
He suck'd his victuals thro' a quill.
Untouch'd it pass'd between his grinders,
Or't had been happy for gold-finders:
He cock'd his hat, you would have said
Mambrino's helm adorn'd his head;
Whene'er he chanced his hands to lay
On magazines of corn or hay,
Gold ready coin'd appear'd instead
Of paltry provender and bread;
Hence, we are by wise farmers told
Old hay is equal to old gold:
And hence a critic deep maintains
We learn'd to weigh our gold by grains.
This fool had got a lucky hit;
And people fancied he had wit,
Two gods their skill in music tried
And both chose Midas to decide:
He against Ph[oelig]bus' harp decreed,
And gave it for Pan's oaten reed:
The god of wit, to show his grudge,
Clapt asses' ears upon the judge,
A goodly pair, erect and wide,
Which he could neither gild nor hide.
And now the virtue of his hands
Was lost among Pactolus' sands,
Against whose torrent while he swims
The golden scurf peels off his limbs:
Fame spreads the news, and people travel
From far, to gather golden gravel;
Midas, exposed to all their jeers,
Had lost his art, and kept his ears.
This tale inclines the gentle reader
To think upon a certain leader;
To whom, from Midas down, descends
That virtue in the fingers' ends.
What else by perquisites are meant,
By pensions, bribes, and three per cent.?
By places and commissions sold,
And turning dung itself to gold?
By starving in the midst of store,
As t'other Midas did before?
None e'er did modern Midas chuse
Subject or patron of his muse,
But found him thus their merit scan,
That Phoebus must give place to Pan:
He values not the poet's praise,
Nor will exchange his plums for bays.
To Pan alone rich misers call;
And there's the jest, for Pan is ALL.
Here English wits will be to seek,
Howe'er, 'tis all one in the Greek.
Besides, it plainly now appears
Our Midas, too, has ass's ears:
Where every fool his mouth applies,
And whispers in a thousand lies;
Such gross delusions could not pass
Thro' any ears but of an ass.
But gold defiles with frequent touch,
There's nothing fouls the hand so much;
And scholars give it for the cause
Of British Midas' dirty paws;
Which, while the senate strove to scour,
They wash'd away the chemic power.
While he his utmost strength applied,
To swim against this popular tide,
The golden spoils flew off apace,
Here fell a pension, there a place:
The torrent merciless imbibes
Commissions, perquisites, and bribes,
By their own weight sunk to the bottom;
Much good may't do 'em that have caught 'em!
And Midas now neglected stands,
With ass's ears, and dirty hands.

poem by Jonathan Swift
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Love and Gold

Love:

True inspiration I ignite
In every poet’s heart,
I move an artist’s brush to paint
A masterpiece of art,
And everybody falls in me:
The foolish and the smart.

I am the scent of bursting bloom
And I’m the first kiss
Of passionate and tender youth,
Its harmony and bliss.
I live inside unspoiled souls
Who really care and miss.

Gold:

I am the shining of the sun,
I am its morning ray,
I live on millions stars above
And in this earthly clay,
With me ends every moonlit night
And then begins new day.

Both noble and so pure am I,
Also corrosion-free,
That’s why my glitter and my glow
In temples you can see,
And thousands people broke their backs
From depths to get me.

Love:

No matter how pure you are,
How noble you may be,
You ruin everything I do,
You are my enemy,
And down you bring those who’s sublime
From their high degree.

Lie is your tool, so is man’s greed,
Your glitter’s just a shade
Which darkens everything that’s true,
Eventually it will fade:
You’ll lose your power over man,
With you he won’t trade.

Gold:

I’m not to blame, I’m what I am:
Attracting, shining gold,
It’s not my fault that man for me
His soul to devil sold,
It’s not my fault he hunts for me
No matter young or old.

But I can be a faithful gift:
A lovely wedding ring,
Or in a craftsman’s skilful hands:
A fine and perfect thing,
Not only greed and stinginess
Into this world I bring.

poem by Ruslan Kerimov
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Beat Or Leave Or Keep It Rocked

I may not have clock stopping beauty.
Or manners of a hip hop, pop or rock star.
Chocked full of hits at the top of the charts.
But...
Whatever this is I've got,
You're free to block it.
Keep it from feet to rock.
Or try to stop it.
Whether it's liked or not.

I bake and eat my own cake.
Feel free to knock it.
Choose if you wish to debate.
Feel free to knock it.
I don't berate to hate.
Feel free to knock it.
And in my own shoes I don't shake.
Feel free to knock it.
Keep it from feet to rock.
You're free to block it.
Whether it's liked or not.

Thumpity-thump-thump-thump...
You' re free to block it.
Thumpity-thump-thump-thump...
Keep it from feet to rock.
Thumpity-thump-thump-thump...
You're free to block it.
Keep it from feet to rock.
Feel free to knock it.
Beat or leave or keep it rocked!

Thumpity-thump-thump,
Beat or leave or keep it rocked!
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Beat or leave or keep it rocked!
Thumpity-thump-thump,
Beat or leave or keep it rocked!
Whether it is liked or not.

I may not have clock stopping beauty.
Or manners of a hip hop, pop or rock star.
Chocked full of hits at the top of the charts.
But...
Whatever this is I've got,
You're free to block it.
Keep it from feet to rock.
Or try to stop it.
Whether it's liked or not.
Feel free to knock it.
Beat or leave or keep it rocked!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lady Gaga

She has 'it'!
But what is 'it'...
That everyone admits,
Is hip?

It's that staccato,
That belongs to Lady Gaga.

The beat is fresh and really rips.
No one who hears it can just sit.

She came upon the scene as Lady Gaga.

'Gimme lights.
I gotta move my hips.
Step left to right.
And shake my rear.
With nuevo class.
And a bass that pumps.
Rock nonstoppin'
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump! '

'Gimme lights.
I gotta move my hips.
Step left to right.
And shake my rear.
With nuevo class.
And a bass that pumps.
Rock nonstoppin'
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump! '

It's that staccato,
That belongs to Lady Gaga.

'Gimme lights.
I gotta move my hips.
Step left to right.
And shake my rear.
With nuevo class.
And a bass that pumps.
Rock nonstoppin'
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump
de thump.
Feel that thump! '

'Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more...'

Lady Gaga!

'Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more...'
Two-Three
'Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more.
Pump up that thump.
Gimme more...'

Lady Gaga!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn To Gold

SHINE!
I don't know why
all the fiction of your sleeping
doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how to get your storybook sunrise
to follow you above your cloudy day
all these gifts you left on you
with heaven painted on you
i wish this now with all my soul
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
terrified the world will never turn to look at you
and the sun won't see you shine
she'll resign for rose cooked blush just from your smiling
let the water form a cry
only better luck should greet you
the road should rise to meet you
i wish this now with all i know
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
loose inside your winter
feel the cold wind blowing
cutting through your head and through your ears
feel the fire growing
no more frozen danger
no more wrteched ice storm fear
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold

song performed by by Audioslave
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Rings Of Gold

Gene thomas
I remember when you said
With this ring I thee wed
Now youve gone betrayed my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Tears cant wash away the sin
Love thats dead cant live again
Knowing theres no hope for us
Turns those rings of gold to rust
Plans we made just yesterday
Sands of time have chipped away
Now theyve crumbled into dust
Love before was clean and pure
Never more can I be sure
You will not betray my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Heart Of Gold

I want to live,
I want to give
Ive been a miner for a heart of gold.
Its these expressions I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old.
Ive been to hollywood
Ive been to redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
Ive been in my mind, its such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
You keep me searching for a heart of gold
And Im getting old.
Ive been a miner for a heart of gold.

song performed by by Neil Young
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